Awaited Changes

After finishing the discussion with Nathan and Reves, Ivaim leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. The quiet warmth of the bakery was a stark contrast to the weight of their conversation.

He let out a small sigh, glancing at the two.

"Well, that's that, then. We'll see what happens at the Regionals," Ivaim said, his tone steady but edged with uncertainty. "I'll do my best."

Reves grinned faintly, though the boy's usual enthusiasm was dampened by the gravity of their talk.

"You better. No excuses."

Nathan stood near the door, his gaze sharp as ever.

"Do more than your best," he said bluntly, his voice like a command. "If you don't, you won't stand a chance."

Ivaim chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Always the optimist, huh?"

Nathan didn't reply, only giving a curt nod before stepping outside. The faint jingle of the doorbell echoed in the air, signaling his departure.